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"What are you doing right now?! You promised you'd just quietly observe the Dragon-Phoenix Gathering and then leave!!"
The Little Princess shouted at the Bandit Demon and the Illusion Demon. In front of the demons sat Namgung Pae and his warriors, dazed as though caught by the Soul-Hooking Technique, trapped in the Illusion Demon's illusion.
"You said you wouldn't do anything to clash with the Orthodox Faction! That was the condition for bringing you three along!"
"Mocking us is of no concern. But insulting the Little Princess, the very blood of the Heavenly Demon, is unforgivable."
"Hoho! Little Princess, what can be done about what's already happened? Can we simply stand by when others pick quarrels with us first?"
Despite the Little Princess's earnest pleas, the Bandit Demon and Illusion Demon remained resolute.
"To dare call the Little Princess an ugly woman, what insolence! My wandering mind has snapped to attention thanks to it."
"Indeed, Elder. You seem unusually clear-minded today."
"Of course!"
"That's not the point!! What are we really going to do! If the Blade Demon rapes the Namgung woman, then my Dragon-Phoenix Gathering ends here!!"
A rift in opinion emerged between the Little Princess, who prioritized the Dragon-Phoenix Gathering, and the two demons, who prioritized the insult to the Heavenly Demon's blood. The Flying Heaven Three Demons had accompanied the Little Princess as her escort, yet within the Demonic Cult, the three demons' seniority far outweighed hers.
Therefore, the three demons were not obligated to follow the Little Princess's orders. Consequently, the Blade Demon deliberately chased Namgung Yurin elsewhere, claiming he would punish her for insulting the Heavenly Demon, and what would happen next was as plain as day.
"Setting aside the Bandit Demon, Illusion Demon, are you truly certain about this, Elder? You said there's an entity stronger than you on Wudang Mountain!!"
"......Ah!"
"Not 'Ah'!! What if that Orthodox Faction master comes down to ambush the Blade Demon?!"
"......Oh dear, mother, the noodle broth is salty today! Urghhh!"
"Ugh, the old man's gone senile again."
The Illusion Demon lost his focus. He was so deeply absorbed in illusions that his mind wandered constantly, and his dementia occasionally made him lose touch with reality.
The timing made it look exactly like he was escaping reality, which only stoked the Little Princess's anxiety.
"Ugh, what do we do? My Dragon-Phoenix Gathering...."
"Do not worry. If there truly is a master of the Transcendent Realm as the Illusion Demon said, they would have intervened long ago when we first cast the illusion technique. They would have stepped in when the Blade Demon put the blade to that bitch Namgung Yurin."
"What basis do you have for that?!"
"No basis, but thinking that way is better for your mental health, isn't it? Hahaha!"
The Little Princess tugged at her hair.
Why did Namgung Yurin have to pick a fight and cause all this trouble?
Even the Little Princess of the Demonic Cult had been so careful, over and over. Why did that Orthodox Faction martial artist bitch insult the blood of the Heavenly Demon by calling them 'bastards of unknown origin'?
If she'd done it trusting blindly in being on Orthodox Faction territory, it was a grave miscalculation. The Flying Heaven Three Demons valued the Heavenly Demon's honor more than the Little Princess's nickname, and in the end, they'd caused an incident.
"It's ruined...."
The Little Princess prayed earnestly for a miracle, hoping against hope.
* * *
'How fussy!'
That was my thought the moment I put it in. They say a beautiful flower has thorns, but for a woman inferior to Sagong Hee to have such thorns, she was nothing but prickly and painful.
"I'll kill, I'll kill you... hic, heuuuung!"
Namgung Yurin's resistance was fierce. As I tried to force my manhood in without foreplay, she clenched tight from the inside, blocking my entry so it wouldn't go in easily.
Riiip.
I tore through her maiden blood by force. I made a flower of blood bloom inside Namgung Yurin, and true to her future alias, she shed tears of blood.
"Ughuk, urghhheung...."
'Damn, the crying might wake the Blade Demon.'
Illusion techniques don't last very long. Moreover, a hastily cast illusion on a peak-level expert without a formation couldn't possibly last.
'Just a little more time—'
"Ughaaaa! Bear the Blade Demon's child! Kraaaah!"
'You goddamn premature ejaculating bastard!'
The Blade Demon released his seed into the rotten tree. I had just managed to get hard and just barely grasped the petals, and yet the bastard was already finishing with the tree and about to come to his senses.
The illusion's duration lasted until his ejaculation. I hastily grabbed a branch.
'Please fall for it, Blade Demon!'
Otherwise, I would have to kill the Blade Demon right then and there and finish the rape. I fiddled with Namgung Yurin's body, burned the tree with Samadhi True Fire, then kicked the Blade Demon's body and tossed him in front of Namgung Yurin.
"Uhm... huuuh... Huh?!"
The Blade Demon sprang up and looked around. Before his eyes, Namgung Yurin, knocked unconscious by my pressure point strike, lay with her legs spread and bleeding. The Blade Demon planted a dagger in front of Namgung Yurin's womanhood and raised his head.
"...Khaha! This is the punishment for running your mouth and daring to say the Heavenly Demon has no descendants! And for saying the Little Princess would meet a similar fate! Recall your sin every time you look down for the rest of your life!"
'Thank goodness.'
The Blade Demon left without touching Namgung Yurin further. I descended from the tree, released Namgung Yurin's pressure points, and resumed my work.
"Aaaagh!!"
She screamed, but her body was fixed by the pressure point strike and couldn't move. I angled the Shadow Escape Tracking Blade I'd channeled into the branch.
"Steam."
Ptooi.
Hearing the sounds of the Namgung warriors approaching in the distance, I left my mark, the sentence proving it was mine, and swung the branch.
* * *
After the demons left.
Namgung Pae, awakened from the illusion, and the Namgung warriors urgently ran, following the trail of blood fallen below.
"Uweop!"
And then, they covered their mouths with their hands at the gruesome scene. The one who should have been the flower of the Namgung clan, the one meant to be reborn as a phoenix, had been cruelly broken and trampled by a demon's hand. The disheveled woman, leaning against a tree, huddled her naked body and did not stir.
"Yurin...! You, warriors, erase the traces! Quickly!"
Namgung Pae rushed over and removed his own long robe to cover Namgung Yurin. Namgung Yurin, whose clothes were shredded to nothing, rose silently and dressed.
"...Revenge."
"Yurin?"
"I'll get revenge. I'll have my revenge on that rotten bitch."
Killing intent glinted in Namgung Yurin's eyes. Despite being violated, her strong will, vowing revenge, made Namgung Pae gulp nervously.
"Yurin, calm yourself. First... urk!"
Namgung Pae's breath caught as he looked beneath his sister's robe. He saw a part Namgung Yurin herself hadn't yet checked, a part she couldn't check.
"Yurin, uweop...!"
"Shit, what?!"
"On your pubic bone...!"
"What!"
Namgung Yurin tilted her head down. Then, her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the ground.
"T-this, crazy...!"
A scar remained below her waist. Not just any scratch, but the three characters Sky-Soaring Demon (飛天魔) were carved into her flesh.
The blade scar, etched as if spreading from her clitoris, stripped away human dignity and was not something that should remain on a woman's body.
Furthermore, to make the characters clearly visible, all the hair had been shaved off. The smooth, bare private area was fully exposed and seemed utterly impossible to hide.
"To commit such an atrocity...!"
Namgung Pae thought.
They had to hide the fact that Namgung Yurin had been violated. The Namgung Clan Head's plans included a marriage to someone from the Nine Sects and One Gang or the Eight Great Families, a match befitting the Namgung clan. In fact, marriage negotiations were already underway between Namgung Yurin and eligible sons of other families.
But what if, on their wedding night, the man discovered the phrase carved above Namgung Yurin's womanhood?
'Broken engagement.'
The marriage would be shattered, and Namgung Yurin would immediately be branded as a woman without virtue. Even if the scar carved on Namgung Yurin was done by a demon, ultimately, Namgung Yurin would be the one to bear the world's condemnation.
"Yurin...."
"Fuck, why is this happening to me...."
Namgung Yurin wept bitterly for a long time. Though she had tried to collect herself and face the situation with composure even after being violated, the insane act of carving a scar on a woman's body was something she couldn't endure.
"...Yurin, there is still a way."
Namgung Pae steeled his resolve and comforted Namgung Yurin.
"Let's go to Physician Mubung."
"What...?"
At Namgung Pae's words, Namgung Yurin's face twisted mercilessly.
"Let's go to Physician Mubung and ask him to remove the scar. I will prostrate myself and beg in apology before him, plead with him to look after you, no matter what."
"......."
At Namgung Pae's intense resolve, Namgung Yurin closed her eyes. The ordeal was too much to bear, and all her energy drained, making her faint. Namgung Pae entrusted Namgung Yurin to a female warrior among his men and turned away.
"I will go to the physician myself! You, look after Yurin!!"
Namgung Pae ordered the warriors to finish erasing the scene's traces, then ran down the mountain path. The night was already late, darkness deeply settled, and it was past the physician's closing time, but to Namgung Pae, his sister's life as a woman was more important.
"The young master of the Namgung Clan...?"
"It's an emergency! Please, let me see Physician Mubung!!"
The Wudang disciples guarding the physician's clinic shook their heads.
"The physician suffers from androphobia. You know who caused it to resurface, so why...?"
"Please, let me see him! I beg of you!"
"I had heard the people of the Namgung Clan are arrogant and high-handed, but I didn't know they were this stubborn. What time do you think it is? The night is already late, how dare you come yelling at the top of your lungs!"
"It's, huff, fine, huff."
From inside, a young man opened the door, breathing heavily. The young man looked at Namgung Pae with a slightly fearful expression, but also with a resolute air, as if he had sensed something, and greeted him.
"I heard a voice... calling for me because of an emergency patient. Is that right?"
"Yes!! Th, that is...."
"Hoo. I understand. But men are not allowed. If it's a woman...."
"It's my younger sister."
Thud! Namgung Pae knelt before the young man. Startled by the sudden act, the young man flinched and pointed at Namgung Pae, signaling the Wudang warriors.
"O, okay, understood, so tell him to get up! While I may harbor trauma, I am not one to discriminate against patients. Ph, physiologically, men are not possible, but...."
"Keuheuk, thank you!!"
Namgung Pae bowed his head to the ground.
A short while later.
A woman, having fixed her clothes and tidied herself, secretly visited Physician Mubung.
* * *
"Raped by a demon...."
Nod, nod.
Namgung Yurin kept her head bowed deeply and said nothing. The female warrior from the Namgung Clan who had accompanied her seemed to have much to say, and I openly sighed deeply.
'I am a physician, I am a physician.'
I repeated the mantra to myself, brainwashing myself. I sat with a somewhat slouched posture, hardened my expression, scratched my head roughly, and let out another sigh.
"......Haa, I understand. A physician's body cannot simply turn a blind eye to a patient."
"Thank you!"
The warrior beside her bowed her waist in Namgung Yurin's stead. The paper she handed me graphically detailed the injuries inflicted by the Blade Demon. I clenched my fist and struck the wooden box beside me.
"How... could such an atrocity be committed...!"
"Phy, physician! Your hand is red...!"
"That is not the important thing right now!"
I raised my voice and shouted at the warrior.
"If we don't apply medicine to the wound right now, it will remain a scar for life! Aah, even the law does not place a blade upon a woman's face, so how could this be so cruel!"
Reflect on this, Bung. I thumped my chest and brought out the medicine.
"There is a treatment bed inside. Lay the patient there. And you, wait outside. I must conduct intensive treatment through the night."
"Ah, understood! Young miss, go inside!"
"......Thank you."
Namgung Yurin bowed her head to me and went inside. I filled the room with incense, put on surgical attire, and waited quietly until the warrior came out. Once I heard the soft rustling sounds from within, the warrior came out, bowed her head to me, and departed.
"......."
Namgung Yurin lay quietly on the single treatment bed, wearing white underclothes. I placed a privacy screen over Namgung Yurin's face, and then lit a special incense whose effects would remain hidden inside the screen.
"Sleep deeply. When you wake, everything will be over."
Drifting off.
In no time at all, Namgung Yurin fell asleep. I kept the sleep incense burning and abruptly tore off the surgical attire.
"Do you know the martial arts of the King of Darkness? No one ever survived the Fate-Determining Technique of the Demonic Cult's strongest assassin."
Even though I mumbled this, Namgung Yurin was already asleep and showed no sign of waking. I spread her legs left and right, then rubbed my thumb over the wounded area.
Ssshhh.
When the scar caused by my own Internal Qi absorbed my energy, it soon subsided. The same pure white flesh as before was revealed, and I stood in front of the treatment bed, adjusted to my height, and pulled Namgung Yurin's lower body towards me.
"Double-checking the kill. The King of Darkness's Killing Sword strikes twice."
Puu-shush.
"Earlier, I couldn't do it properly because I was afraid the Blade Demon would wake from the illusion. It begins now."
Squelch.
"It'll be much easier for you to feel now than when it was torn, heuheu. Let's treat the wound until morning."
The night is long.